i'm reversing through out history
my dreams relapse and has its dent on me
i think twice, three, four, seven times
and feel multipled with it
during night my heart beats faster than its
patient pace during day

but history has taught me
memories aren't worhtless
though not the same as
present

descent comes and grows on you
i foal several visions of how i thought
it was going to be
but meanings in life gets invisible the more the eye
search for them

proof of action is reflection
therefor i am writing
this now